At last my quadrille came. The band played the symphony, and the dancers hastened to seek their partners. My heart almost burst from my dress when I saw my dancer approach and, bowing low, press the little flower to his heart. I fear my hand trembled as he took it in his, but I only smiled and made some observation about the music.
“Ah, you are carrying off my neighbor,” cried the Major laughing, with one of his annihilating gesticulations.
As we joined the Golumns, somebody whispered behind us, “What a well-matched couple!”
Ah, lima, how happy I was! I felt, as we stood there hand in hand, as if his blood were flowing into mine, and mine into his!
We waited for the music, but before it could begin, the noise of horses’ feet was heard galloping up the street and, at the same time, several cannon were fired at a distance, which made all the windows rattle. Suddenly an officer entered the ball-room with his csako on his head, and cover